A Genetic Quirk Leaves Me As A Freak. (Has not been properly edited.) [DONE]

CHAPTER 15 - JAIL BIRDS, FINALLY!!!

Okay, just so y'all know, I have skipped all the bull that comes along with a court of law. I know I shouldn't say stuff like that, but the trial lasted for the whole of the school holidays, a few week, and tomorrow would be when Leesie goes to school. After all, she was doing it for the two of us. *Giggles*

I sat in my wheelchair as the jury read out the verdict. GUILTY! Finally they would pay for what they did to Leesie and forced her to do. To carry children when she did not want to, then she made her choices, the ones that led me to be the mother to her son, a spitting image of his father, the bastard who raped her.

After they read it out, all I could think is happy thoughts, funnily enough, I was so tied up in my own thoughts that I only heard that they get about 15-ish years in prison for doing what they did to my Leesie, well, not all mine, Maleeq is hers too.

We all went out to celebrate, by that time all my brothers were father's except for Yolando, his missus was expected to give birth around the same time I was, and she too was confined to a wheelchair. She was a mix, like myself and my twin, and it's because of that, to a degree, our bodies need to be as still as possible, next to no walking, absolutely no running, that kinda thing. We could swim, we're just no allowed to use our legs. SERIOUSLY!

Apparently it was something to do with the fragility of the embryo, caused my the stregth they will have when born. Or something along those lines anyway. Well, nature does have to have a balance doesn't it?

I was talking with Virginia when I felt a tingle go up my spine. I looked around and instantly regretted it. My mate, the man-whore was striding over to me. Before I could excuse myself from the conversation with Virginia, and escape, he had his hands firmly clasped on my shoulders. I tried to shrug him off, but he didn't let go. "Let me go you sleezy bastard!" I snarled at him.

All face turned to us but I didn't see them all that I saw was the bastard that broke my heart.

We argued, but it was then that my brother's stepped in and pushed him to the door. Away from me. I cried as all the emotions that still hurt me from what he did to me and I just asked to go home. Dad, drove me home, as everyone else followed to celebrate at home. We were planning on going out to celebrate, but because I wanted to go home, they decided that they can celebrate at home. They didn't want to leave me.

I laid on my bed, after locking my bedroom door and began the slow task of detaching myself from the magic that blanketed the world, that kept me alive.